Well got to the stadium ticket office, absolutely empty and thought this is going to be quick and checked my wallet and no bank card. So rush a cross Hull to check see I'd left it at my sisters where I'm house sitting and dog sitting, no. Then home and no. I then tried to ring the ticket office and book them that way, but couldn't process payment because I didn't know my card number(only knew account number and sort code) I then frantically rang my mate who was at a funeral and took me ages to get intouch. I transfered some cash into his a account and he managed to ring and book tickets. As writing this I've realised that with the panic over Wembley I need to cancel my bank card.
I'll never forget the HILARIOUS moment when I lost my car keys. Had the car boot open, deploying some stuff in there, when I had some sort of brain stroke, head-fart thing and started to panic profusely because I didn't know where the key was. I thought I was going to have to leave the car unlocked, and some hobo would steal my things, or the Police would have to come and cut it open with massive wrenches, or a cat would get in it. Was it down a drain? Was it in the middle of a road? Why wasn't it in any of my pockets? Sheer panic for a good 10 minutes. Then I shut the boot in resignation, hands on hips trying to think where it could be - and there it was in the keyhole. Obviously. I don't know what the **** went on, but something tripped somewhere and made me act like a right irrational cock when there was no panic. Mega lulz! Anyway, be more careful with your cards in future!
I found my lost card in my wallet! It was behind my driving license! My wife nearly wet herself when I stopped in the middle of St Marks Square in Venice and loudly complained that I had left my sunglasses behind in a cafe. I was wearing them!! I lose my car keys on a regular basis. Once, I hired a wood chipper, put it in the boot and when I got home I took it out with the car keys in my hand. I put it down next to the pile of branches and went to shed and plugged it in. I couldn't find my keys to get into the house and called the wife to come home and let me in. Whilst I was waiting I thought I would start on the chipping. First thing through, my car keys!
My cat once hid my shed keys. Couldn't get my bike out. He also ran off with and hid my shopping list. Found it behind the fridge. Just cos I'd run out of his favourite biscuits.
